Pilgrim of Eternity
Through the vast expanse of the desolate dustbowl
Staggering in burning sands, ignoring hunger thirst
He, after the infernal burst, is the last man alive
But among human beings, probably the very first
What gain you from the ordeal you are in
Is it not enough to be alive? Asks the man within
Yet determined eyes stay glued to the far horizon
Blistered feet wander to the destination chosen
One day, the desert will make way for shady bowers
With blue, yellow, red flowers he would not see
But he will be the smile of happy daisies and roses
Million years thence, the fragrance of flowers he will be
He will be
The pilgrim of eternity
The sight he sought finally greets his weary eyes
The lost ark of Nature had heeded his call
He could see Nature's foot-print again
In the barren rocks a grass blade stands tall
A poison-cup he sups, but his hands tremble not
He kisses the grass knowing his time is short
Dead he lay by it, but said he no good-bye
Grassroots embody each atom of his rot
One day, the grass will evolve to blossom flowers
With blue, yellow, red flowers he would not see
But he will be the smile of happy daisies and roses
Million years hence, the fragrance of flowers he will be
He will be
The pilgrim of eternity
He will be
The pilgrim of eternity
He will be
The pilgrim of eternity
Staggering in burning sands, ignoring hunger thirst
He, after the infernal burst, is the last man alive
But among human beings, probably the very first
What gain you from the ordeal you are in
Is it not enough to be alive? Asks the man within
Yet determined eyes stay glued to the far horizon
Blistered feet wander to the destination chosen
One day, the desert will make way for shady bowers
With blue, yellow, red flowers he would not see
But he will be the smile of happy daisies and roses
Million years thence, the fragrance of flowers he will be
He will be
The pilgrim of eternity
The sight he sought finally greets his weary eyes
The lost ark of Nature had heeded his call
He could see Nature's foot-print again
In the barren rocks a grass blade stands tall
A poison-cup he sups, but his hands tremble not
He kisses the grass knowing his time is short
Dead he lay by it, but said he no good-bye
Grassroots embody each atom of his rot
One day, the grass will evolve to blossom flowers
With blue, yellow, red flowers he would not see
But he will be the smile of happy daisies and roses
Million years hence, the fragrance of flowers he will be
He will be
The pilgrim of eternity
He will be
The pilgrim of eternity
He will be
The pilgrim of eternity
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